There are trees outside my room, peacefully swaying in the breeze, filtering tiny glowing embers of sunlight through their branches. A beam of golden sunshine sneaks in every morning, quietly sliding through my room, falling on anything that is on its way, landing wherever it may.

Like a kiss of life, it animates and illuminates the dormant dust floating in its trail. The ordinary grey space of the room suddenly awakens, with the incredible beauty of this mystical river of golden light, temporarily streaming in.

It trickles through the window, gracefully holding the dancing shadows of the trees, swaying to an imperceptible music of the breeze outside. Like the gently throbbing waves on a calm lake, the quivering shadows of the branches play with light.

The incredible beauty of this little daily miracle, lands every morning on the floor of my room. Every day I sit, looking at this beam of golden sunlight falling on the floor, filtering through trees outside the window.

This patch of sunshine graces the spot where it lands for just a short while- colouring the dark cold surface to a glowing gold. It shifts smoothly and softly, changing slightly every few minutes- never leaving a mark behind.

After a little while, this trembling patch of light quietly crawls up towards the wall behind me, caressing my face with its gentle warmth, as I sit in its way.

As I witness this show, I am drenched in the overwhelming serenity of the scene. A mysterious subtle silence radiates from this light, even with many of the usual sounds floating around. This silence flows constantly underneath all the sounds, that seem to rise from, and dissolve in it.

The light and shadows playing quietly in my room, emit a sense of deep stillness, emanating from their subtle movements. This mysteriously enchanting stillness, is created new in each moment.

I have no role to play in this miracle as it unfolds, except to attentively witness it. I feel blessed, to simply be a part of this room, when it happens. I watch what appears before me, in just as much silence as the chair, floor, walls and space in the room. For all I know, this is happening for their benefit more than mine!

I know I am alive in a way that other things in this room are not. The chair does not breathe, think, or fall sick. But this chair comes from what was once a living tree. My body, though alive right now, will someday not be so.

At this moment here, we are both present, in our current forms. The chair is, just as much as I am. We are both united by our being and existing. Right now, in our shared silence and stillness, we are both witnessing this little magical patch of golden sunshine, warmed and illuminated by its gentle touch.

In these moments of quiet wonder, I am as much a presence as an absence, just like anything else in this room! My silent being, is quietly a part of this room, just as the chair, this beam of golden sunlight, the sparkling specks of dust or the brightly glowing patch on floor.

I am permeated by the same space, as everything else surrounding me. I am, just another expression of that same space, silence, stillness and beauty- that is reflected in the fleeting movements of the light and shadows, dancing now on this floor.

Just watching this quivering golden light, my being fills with deep gratitude, for all that is and what I am. In this moment of silent witnessing, I am open, welcoming and one, with this stream of light and with everything else, that is illuminated in its path.

Here now, I know myself as an inseparable part of whatever is, within this room and beyond.

Every morning, this little golden beam of sunshine tells me, that I am one with the whole existence. What more do I need to know?